Rock Haus

reason 297 why I should be hung by my toes and beaten with a blunt object...

Forgot to mention, the other day when I went to Nordstroms, after I was done there I was on my way to Cole Hahn (to visit CC who works there, not to shop) and remembered I was supposed to call Mrs. Susan and see if she could go to lunch.  So there I was, walking down Michigan Ave, 2 Nordstroms bags dangling off my arm, a Starbucks triple skim caramel machiatto in my hand, talking on my cell phone - yes, it's true, I had assimilated, and become one of THEM.

With that I leave you and turn my attention to the matter at hand:  The assemblage of the last pot roast of 2004.

Tick tick...

The year she is almost over.

Did everyone have a nice Christmas?

Got back in Monday. Went over to work to get my cheques, Mr. Chris came and joined me, after B&V closed we went over to Berlin where Mr Billy was spinning, and Miss Donna (of Exit fame) was premiering her mixology skills behind the bar.  Hung out for a while then dragged Mr. Chris off to Clarkes for some food, since I hadn't eaten since 9 in the morning and the 3 beers I'd had were proving a little too potent.

Yesterday I headed over to Nordstroms to return some stuff Mum got me that didn't fit.  Was unable to find much that I really wanted, but did find a cute skirt (on sale!), and several pairs of DKNY tights (also on sale!), and my new favourite thing in the whole world - Urban Decay Heavy Metal Eyeliner (for my inner glam rock star).   I still have a nice chunk of money left on my credit at the store, but I have assembled a cute outfit for new years eve, so I'm sorted for now.

Everyone have fun plans for NYE? I'm just gonna do the same thing I did last year - Gold Star followed by Exit - woo! No real call to dress up, I admit, but I so rarely have a chance to get tarted up these days...last night out of the year seems a fine occasion to do a flippy skirt, sassy top, and fishnets with vampy boots.  Rowwwr! I'll be smokin! I'll admit I look forward to a day when I can find a nice boy to stay in with on amateur night, but until that happens, I like being with my favourite people, and being in an environment where there is a lot of beer, and I can grab cute boys for midnight snogs...

In other news - A big warm and cuddly shout out to Spot and Wendy, who got engaged on christmas day!  I couldn't have asked for a nicer gal to marry my boy Spot, and I wish them all of the very best for their future together.

Not so brr...

Hey, Mr Chris!  Remember the other night at Seanchai when we were sitting there watching ice form on the inside of the window, and Silent Ron said he couldn't wait till summer, and you said "yeah - me too" and not being much of a summer person I said "well, how about 40 degrees, could you live with 40?" and you were all "oh yeah, totally"

Yesterday when I arrived in Boston? 55 DEGREES BABY.  It's colder today, but the 30's still feel pretty balmy compared to the 6 degrees the weather channel is touting for Chicago today.

Stay warm kids.

Dad's been letting me play with his Canon EOS.  I am wondering just *how much* of a rift in the family it might cause if I were to just accidentally have it in my bag when I leave...it truly is a miracle...

reason 562 why I shouldn't leave the house unmedicated...

I can't hear Wham's song "Last Christmas" without getting it caught in my head. HOW IN FUCKERY DO I EVEN KNOW THE WORDS??? The entire song is fairly cringeworthy, but that one bit:

"This year, To save me from tears, I'll give it to someone *special*"

It's that extra flourish that Georgie boy puts in his delivery of the word "special" - bleargh! makes my skin come over all crawly, like the aural equivalent of stepping barefoot into a puddle of cold sick. Sort of how that Jackson Browne song "Tender is the Night" - I've always been a little skeezed out by the word "tender" - I don't mind it when used in the context of say, a nice cut of beef - "the roast was very tender" - I have no problem with that, but if one were to say "he kissed her tenderly" well, then I'm running for the sick bag.

I'm a big freak.

And with that, I'm off to stand in sub zero temperatures and wait for the bus to take me to the airport. Woo.

lies lies lies (yeah!)

Um, where are you going?

To Miss Sarah's girlie christmas brunch

And what are the boas for?

Well, I'd look pretty bloody silly wearing a tiara WITHOUT a boa don't you think? Go back to sleep, I set the alarm so you won't be late for work...

...you know, if this situation were reversed, and I was the girl and I woke up and you were leaving with boas and some story about a brunch, I'd be on the phone to Sarah the second you left going "I KNOW HE'S FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE!!"

Huh, well it's a damned good thing you're not fucking me then, isn't it.

I guess...

Yeah, I said I was taking a week off, but I'm nothing if not a filthy liar. Had a nice weekend tho, Spot and Wendy's Xmas get together served to soothe my inner anti christmas beast, and then after a long night at Matilda and Neo, and hanging out until 8 or 9 in the morning with J. Miss Sara's brunch/nibbly things buffet was a delight.

I leave to go home at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow morning. Although I'm not feeling particularly festivous, and I haven't even a fraction of the exciting plans Hamstress has, I am looking forward to seeing my parents, and Marianne and her 3 lovely 4 year olds.

In other news, I thought this was really cool.

Snarl...

I really loved Christmas when I was a kid. Seriously, some time around mid-November I would just go batshit crazy and couldn't WAIT.

Now I just want it to be over.  In recent years I've become less Christmas spirited, but this year, wow.   I love my parents but I don't even want to go home this year.  I am, of course, since not being there would be worse,  but I really just want it to be over.

Today after my morning bowl of crack (it was actually a cup of tea, but since this seemed like a good idea, I can only assume my sugar was replaced with some grade-A rock) I decided to go to State Street, to try and do a little of the meager shopping I DO actually do...State Street, on the last Saturday afternoon before Christmas. yeah. I'm a genius.  After quelling my desire to throw scalding hot coffee on merry carolers, and pluck out the eyes of teenage boys a'la Beatrice in Kill Bill, I came home, with a pair of boots I really don't need, nothing for anyone else, and a very dour mood.

In the interest of not pissing on anyone elses holiday picnic any further, I'm taking a break.  Back next week.

Despite my feelings on the matter, I do sincerely hope that everyone has a lovely holiday.

Grumble...

I really hate when shit I can't control, comes along and makes me all grumpy. 

Some shits just not fair, and I want to ask, don't you even see how much better things could all be if you would just do things my way? Seriously.  I win, you DEFINITELY win, everybody's happy. Those not in posession of a uterus are just so fucking stupid sometimes it REALLY boggles my mind.

And I really fucking hate Star Jones.  Although she had nothing to do with any of this.  I just hate her and like to point it out as often as possible.

Yeurgh

I saw this link on Bill's blog.

I am completely creeped out.  This is a joke, yeah?

I went. And I sat.

So  - yeah - VERY exciting day.  Basically from about 8:30 till about 5:15, I sat, and read, and did crosswords, while a couple of lawyers went through about 16 boxes of documents.  My job was to make sure they did not leave the room with any of the documents.  So yeah. woo!  I'm not complaining tho, the money's better than I've made in a while, and I get to go do it again tomorrow morning.  I was even told - "If you have a laptop and want to bring it in and surf the web - I know this is pretty boring..."  alas, I haven't got a laptop.  Fortunately, I still have a fondness for books, with all their charming pages and words all over the place.

After that I went and worked at B&V where I froze my ass off all night.  I am now home (by midnight even!) and am off to bed.

Hooray for work!

Working today and possibly the rest of the week, gig came with the instruction "ask for Steve, and I I'm not suggesting, I'm TELLING you to bring a book".  Should be VERY exciting.